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Immortality Sep 26
In Elysian fields,
dreams bloom,
whispers of paradise,
soft and serene.
Come with me, let us fly to Elysian field......................
Immortality Sep 26
In the quiet of the night,
words unspoken linger,
echoes of thoughts,
a silent voice,
whispering dreams.
A voice unheard, is a voice lost in noise...................<3
Immortality Sep 26
If I could fold my heart into an envelope,
Seal it with a sigh and send it to you—
Would you read every beat,
Or would it get lost in the clutter of your busy life?
Writing is my escape, my therapy...............
ro g Sep 25
i wish to be a bubble
light and shiny
floating and soaring through the sky.


i wish to rest upon the clouds
oh for i could finally rest myself
lay there
and be transparent
let light shine through me
absorb me
engulf every cranny of my being
air pick me up
and drop my body
let it drop from thousands of feet
and shatter upon impact.


i want to be weightless
let go of myself and let myself be taken
by everyone everything every breath
swayed and pushed
flying to nowhere
somewhere
anywhere.


but to be a bubble
is as feasible as any other dream
for when i wake up
the clouds will fall
rain on me
and the bubble pops.


the brick didn’t shatter
so i tape the pieces that strayed away
and i’m back to walking
down the same road
to anywhere,

somewhere,



nowhere.
Dreamer
darkness steals your face
I’m lost to you
who roam in palaces
of winter jasmine
and lie with sirens
in beds of silk and gold
There's an emotion,
It's deep inside;
I think it's buried
Somewhere I can hide.

For plenty of action,
There's no satisfaction;
No want, nor a prayer
Has brought me inaction;

Still I fill my cup,
And I drink from it deeply,
For nothing but sleep
And a fragile peace keep me,

From doing the things that
I see in my dreams;
Acknowledging that
I'm the monster I seem;

With a shrug of a shoulder,
I'll say that it's over,
I'll tell myself I can lament
In a dream,

Yet something so violent,
As real as it seems,
Leaves me with a silence
As I intervene...
I am not a good man.  Let's start with that.  I also have a lot of prophetic dreams. It apparently runs in my family; my great- uncle,  my grandma's younger brother, is an actual Buddha. My great-grandfather apparently was beaten with a broom by his wife for telling her that my grandmother was going to be the first of our family to leave Vietnam during the war.  I've written about these kinda of dreams before; but now I'm just gonna say ***** it and go personal. This is what I do to deal with mine.
George Krokos Sep 20
It's cold in the morning
without you my love
as the day is dawning
with light from above.

My dreams have been of you
so now are my thoughts:
at times we all go through
our life out of sorts.

That time spent together
did not really last
because of the weather
which came like a blast.

I long to be with you
with all of my heart
and hope you will be too
like after our start.

You know how it was then
at our first greeting
for we gave ourselves ten
on that chance meeting.

It seemed our time had come
to be together
as it happens for some
who brave the weather.

Those storms of life often
are too rough to bear
and some seek to soften
the road getting there.

You had to forgive me
when I doubted you
and this I found to be
as our love was true.

The people around us
don't have much to say
they're likely to cause fuss
and then move away.

I have always been yours
since the day we met
so for us to hold scores
is not that well set.

You're my life's one true love
and I'm not guessing:
you were sent from above
with the Lord's blessing.
___
Written in June '24. A difficult to write love poem as it went through a few drafts right up until just before posting.
Nyx Sep 19
I know we all want the world to be just
but we can’t decide how to get what we want
so we should either try harder or give up, and go to
Heaven and take
every blessing we can get to fabricate a
better world, one that doesn’t have an atmosphere turning hot
one that doesn’t reward you just for being White.

I think we can breathe in silk and drink neon
as long as we promise not to wake up to the waiting knife
It could be better if we stay here, and
dream until we meet sleep’s relative,
consequence of more than one stab
that which we will never have to feel, until
we return from whence we came,
angels and devils alike thinking it’s
A shame we didn’t entertain them like they wanted,
and thus resurrect a new humanity not from dust but ashes…
An old poem I wrote in 2022. Constructive criticism is welcome!
Karma Sep 18
In room 214B
As far as I can see
Stuck in my mind,
And my bed’s binds,
Lacking mental affinity.

Respiration is a curse.
My mind just makes it worse.
It creates these tiers
Of endless fears,
And inspires my every verse.

I know my life is ending,
My heart has not the mending
It needs to live,
And only gives
Away the time I’m spending.

Can’t waste my breath on crying.
All hope is only lying.
I hear my fate,
Outside he waits,
As the strings of fate are tying.

So in room 214B
I’ll know, by Death’s decree,
I’m out of time,
So I’ll write my rhymes,
Awaiting my darkest infinity.
A void that steals my humanity
In room 214B.
I woke this morning feeling lost and afraid
Dreamy eyes, clouds, storms, and shade
I rose from my slumber and wondered
Is today going to be the day I pondered

Scary dreams fill my mind and tear at my heart
Is it now that my changed life is to start
I look at my phone and wonder, should I call
Then think to myself, not one single ring at all

I'm sleepy and worn from last night's dream storms
I pull my feet up from the floor, curl into a ball, and return to the land of Nods
Exhausted from the constant dread and fear
Only dreaming of always having you near

I know someday you will go to Our forever home
Live freely and painlessly, with family and friends you will roam
You'll walk the heavenly streets of God's Kingdom
I know, in my heart, it's from there you'll keep watch and send your love

In my slumber, I can see how happy you will be
I smile and know that someday that will be me
I cry in my dreamworld because I know I won't have you to hold and hear
But in my heart and soul, I know you will always be near.

Again I wake from the land of dreams
To the sound of my phone and know I will hear
Your beautiful voice that I've longed for all day
I listen and chatter just to hear what you have to say

I hang up the phone, look at my watch and think to myself
A little bit more time, back to dreamland, time's shelf
Just another day
One Day Lost.....
This poem is about my Mother. She is slowly in the process of dying and I feel like this everyday.  I will miss her so much.
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